Waking Down

+++ I chose my profile name from this concept, as it feels very true to me. Finally getting around to posting it here +++

A darkened hall kept locked and barred
Sealed away in a fallen city cradled in depths
Sunken beneath sea floor sediment mud
Hidden in these echoing and dripping chambers
The ghost of a forgotten memory's rage
Railing against ancient stone and aged brick
Chained to walls with rust and dust
Haunted corridors in an undersea tomb
Pitch black chambers hide their secrets
In our dreams we pass above these halls
Never deep enough to find the horror within
Not until we begin waking down
Mind forced under the ocean of sleep
Brainwaves no longer registering
As perception sinks further into abyss
The strange of dreams become more
A gate into the imprisoned madness
In the locked structure of a planet's thoughts
These submerged rooms deep beneath
Caught in a madness beyond our grasp
Dreams become messages
Random becomes riddle
Answer becomes terror
Stumbled upon an understanding we cannot see
Lost in a math outside possible
Forgotten trigonometries crack the mind
Four dimensional shapes fracture reason
Time and space separate and bend
Coursing independent of each other
Logic is proven unfounded
In darkness far past black
An absence of light no longer hides
As light is no longer necessary for vision
And darkness is no longer a shroud
Euclidean lines suddenly lose meaning
A cosmic condensation of view
Overfilling a brain violently
Walls of consciousness torn asunder
As a macroverse invades
A universe alone but a single speck
Lost on the face of true infinite
Eternity the new timescale as time disappears
Reality no longer the ultimate barrier
These sunken rooms and sealed halls
The gateway to the space outside of space
A window beyond the reach of all
Planes of existence in their
Limited extensions of what could possibly be
The blind eye of sentient thought
Nailed open and spiked still to stare
The corpus colosum yawning wider
As thought and feeling are separated further
Distancing the workings of either
A division of the two sides of a coin
Laying bare the fevered reason
Of why a dream exists at all
A slow drip to allow our being a taste
Of the release of waking down
Immersion into infinitum
Sprayed across eternal
Keening wail of an overstretched thought
Heavy thrum of a feeling ripped apart
Rushing sensation as ever flashes past
All points of time appearing and being at once
Even as they happen forever
An abstraction so alien that evolution
Cut contact with the ability
To experience all that actually is
The knowledge that a universe is piece of a larger atom
That galaxy is less than a quark
That an electron encompasses an eternity in whole
Herein lies the illusion of finite
As it is discovered that all things
Are simple pieces of other things
That other things are collections of everything
An endless telescope of scale that expands
In both directions forever at once
As both directions become all directions
Laying bare the fact that direction itself
Is another in a long line of useless
Concepts that only seek to limit
The expanse of a limitless horizon
Which in turn clearly displays that a horizon
Is simply another restriction of perception
That a distinction of differentiation
Is in itself a paradox of illusory limitation
Crushing pressure of realization
Makes the cerebral network weep
Begging for blind ignorance of a mind
That will eventually wake up into
A slavery of understanding
That will know nothing of the concept of real
The way we know now
A mind that is waking down
Is a drop of water in a river that flows towards
An ocean that has no floor has no tide
Simply flows every nowhere
And here is truth
Here is wisdom
Those gates those halls those rooms
Are always present always here
Waiting
Ever waiting in darkness
Waiting for us to begin
Waking down a little at a dream